My hurt became a star
That shined right above me, around me
An expanding bright sheen that
Enclosed all spaces.
Underneath my feet is an indistinct glass,
non-transparent in its thickness.
Osmosis. The star filters out
Everything except the bad.
My own brightness fills the room.
In everything I shine through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The creativity of this writing is somewhat stunning. To take something bright and turn it into something dark is quit a reversal. The boldness required to try to alter a symbol, speaks of a kind of brashness. This writer has got to be in rebellion against something. A good writing. But a challenging one. I believe I understood it, but my mind is still stunned. GW62